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skolworthy · 2 years ago

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Time Knows No Bounds (A series)

Hello, this is the first part of my brand new series Time Knows No Bounds. I am not entirely sure, how long this series may end up being, but I will say that I am bound and determined to be writing it for the long haul.

There are simply not enough Ragnar fanfics out there, and I know that I cannot be the only one that is completely enamored by him. I have never written for Ragnar Lothbrok, so I hope that I am able to portray him well enough for everyone's liking. So please, sit back, grab an ale (or whatever tickles your taste buds) and enjoy.

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Warnings: None in this first segment

Info: When the font is like this, it means Ragnar is speaking in his native tongue. When he is speaking English it will just be italicized. The reader's text is just normal and anyone other than Ragnar or the reader will be in bold.

Spoilers: None, because this is completely my creation (apart from the character/legend of Ragnar Lothbrok and other historical names) it has nothing to really do with the tv series.

Plot: Ragnar, in this series, is unattached to anyone romantically. No Lagertha or Aslaug or any other baby momma's out there. No children. He has met and learned with Athelstan, because that contributes to his ability to speak with the reader. Other than that, he's just a simple gorgeous viking that lives on his farm in Kattegat, dreaming of adventure.

Summary: Of all of the places that you had expected to move to, Denmark was near the bottom of that list. Yet here you were, eight years later. It was your love of Norse history and mythology that brought you to the area in the first place, completing your education of those subjects in Copenhagen. You then took a full time job as assistant curator for one of the smaller and less well known museums just outside the capital. Many had asked why you simply did not take a job in the capital in one of their famous museums, but the fact that they seemed to be in it more for the profit than actual knowledge and history, deterred you. However, when the main museum contacted your boss about a potential gold mine of a dig sight, you jumped at the chance to aid in this archaeological adventure. Never in your wildest dreams, did you think that you would unearth something this spectacular.

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At first glimpse, Hvide Klint offered little hope of bringing about the excavation discovery of a lifetime, but something told you that this was it. This place...there was something about it that spoke to you and sent chills running up and down your spine and goosebumps to rise upon your flesh. While all your team had managed to find on the first day was a few broken pieces of pottery and the random spear head, you knew that this was just the beginning. There was something greater out there and you were going to find it. Your coworkers had left for the day, they were done searching for what they deemed was not there, but you opted to stay behind and continue to look. There was a train station that was not too far from here that you could easily take back home, albeit there would be many stops along the way, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that you had this place all to yourself, which is how you liked it. Being one with the site, finding things that others may have missed and just...enjoying the feeling that you were in a place of such historical importance. You watched as they left and then turned back around and began to walk down the shoreline, your boots sinking down into the wet sand a bit as you walked, until you finally came to an area that had seemed to almost call to you from the moment you arrived. There was a stone pillar that jutted out of the ground, obviously it had been placed there some time ago, it was worn from the weather and from the fjord. The others had shrugged it off as just an old mile marker, not wanting to stay in the cooler autumn weather a moment longer. Your eyes scanned over the ancient looking stone, taking in every crack and discoloration and then your eyes moved to the base where you noticed something sticking partially up out of the sand. Leaning down, your fingers brushed the sand away from it, revealing that it was a part of a blade, but from what, you were not sure yet. Gently you picked it up and then you gasped when the rest of it came up from under the sand, seeing that it had been the blade of an ax. Not just any ax either, but you could tell from the carvings along the handle and a bit on the blade, that it was a viking ax. Yet, it looked as if it had not aged a day? Clearly this must have been something someone had made recently, for there was no way that it would have been in this condition if it were an artifact from the viking era.

The sound of thunder brought your attention upward toward the sky, where once it had been a clear bright blue sky overhead, now there were dark clouds swirling above you. Literally, above you. It seemed as if those clouds were swirling around the pillar itself and for a moment you thought you could hear a faint voice speaking over the sudden wind that was also swirling around you. You stood up, still holding onto the ax in your hand and then you gasped when the wind suddenly propelled you forward some, causing you to stretch out your free hand and place it against the pillar in an effort to catch yourself. A moment later, a crack of lightning filled the air and you looked up in time to see it strike against the top of the pillar. You shrieked as suddenly you were knocked backward a few feet, losing your balance and falling upon your rear end as that bolt of lightning disappeared, along with the freak storm entirely. The sun was shining, the clouds were gone and there was nothing but the sound of calm waves lapping against the shore as you leaned up with your hands behind you, one of them still clutching the ax handle. What had just happened? You were about to stand up when you noticed something stir that was on the ground on the opposite side of the pillar from where you were, seeing after a moment of thought, that it was a man. He too was on his rump in the sand, looking at the pillar in bewilderment before he looked around the area and then his eyes finally landed upon you. Even from the distance between the two of you, you could tell that his eyes were the brightest shade of blue that you had ever seen, and as cliché as it sounded: it were almost as if they could look into your soul. He stared at you silently for a moment, before he pushed himself up to his knees and then finally to his feet, his eyes scanning the area curiously, though flicking back to you now and then as well.

You leaned up a bit as you watched him curiously, wondering where he had come from so quickly, and without you noticing him approaching. Had he seen the random storm brewing around, seen you standing there and he had hurried over to try and move you away? Why else would he be there, when he had not been there before? The man moved closer to the pillar, reaching out with his hand to touch it only to yank it back quickly, sucking in a breath between his teeth as if he had been burned. He stared at his hand and then at the pillar curiously and then his eyes slowly moved over to you where he then tilted his head a bit to the side. His gaze drank you in, moving from your feet all of the way up your body until his eyes met yours once again and you gave a slight shudder from the chills this had sent through you. When his eyes caught sight of the ax in your hand his eyebrows furrowed together and he took a step forward, pointing at you. “Where did you get that? That is mine.” he said as he took a few more steps forward, his eyes now moving to the ax in your hand. The language that he was speaking was something familiar to you, and yet you also could not place it. At first you could have sworn that it sounded like Old Norse, but it had been awhile since you studied that language. Suddenly he thrust his hand forward, his palm up as he gestured to the ax in your hand. “Give it to me.” You tossed the ax away from you gently, sending it to the sand next to his feet, your eyes on his without wavering as he then knelt down and picked it up, brushing the sand off and inspecting it before he placed it on his hip in a loop on his belt…wait...what was he wearing? Your eyes scanned over him slowly, taking in the boots and the leather pants, the simple belt that hung loose around his hips, along with another wider belt that was around his waist that had a weaved pattern around it and then the long dark brown tunic that fit him well. Your eyes then moved up to his beard, short, yet still unkempt and then the smooth skin of his scalp until it came to the top where long braids were pulled back and cascaded down behind his head, coming to a stop between his shoulder blades. When he turned his head, you noticed tattoos that ran behind his ear and down the back of his skull. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that this guy had walked out of a Viking Renaissance fair.

He must have noticed that you were looking at him so intently, for a slight smirk appeared on his lips as he watched you, and then, he unashamedly did the same to you. His eyes starting at your feet, though as they slowly took in your clothing, he gradually moved closer, his head tilting this way and that, his eyes narrowing and his eyebrows knitting together as he did. Instinctively you began to scoot back as you were seated upon the sand, each step he took, you would move back until suddenly he moved quickly and knelt down to where he was hovering over you slightly. You took in a sharp breath, your eyes widening at this sudden closeness as you watched his eyes roam over your body before they came to your face, moving from your chin to your lips, then the freckles that dotted your cheeks and finally to your eyes where he gazed at you intently, yet there was a curiousness in that gaze. The sound of an airplane caught his attention and his eyes glanced around, his head tilting to try and pinpoint which direction the noise was coming from and it wasn’t until he glanced upward for a moment that he paused and stared at the plane as it went by over your heads. He tilted his head back more, slowly bringing himself up to a standing position as he watched it, his face contorted in utter confusion. When the plane had disappeared from sight, the sound still present, he began to very slowly turn and look around the area, the curiosity falling from it and replacing with disbelief, maybe even fear? He stopped when he saw the building that was farther down the shore, then he noted the skyline of buildings past that along the treeline and finally he looked down at you. ”Where am I?” he said softly at first, but you were too preoccupied with trying to figure out what was happening to hear him. “Where am I?” he said a bit louder, taking a step toward you as you sat upon the ground looking up at him. That simple phrase you were able to decipher and you swallowed hard before opening your mouth, which you found had gone dry. “H-Hvide Klint. F-Frederiksværk.” you managed to stutter out.

He narrowed his eyes at you, tilting his head, clearly not understanding what you had just said. Then he put his hands on the top of his head and gripped his hair with his fingers and let out an aggravated grunt before he walked over to the pillar, going up to it and smacking it with his hand suddenly. “This is not Kattegat.” he said before smacking it again with his palm and then he circled it, looking the pillar up and down before he looked at you and pointed at the pillar. “How is this here, but my home is not?” You stared at him a moment and then you finally began to get up to your feet, brushing the sand from your palms as you watched him, your body poised to run should he come at you once again like he had before. “I’m sorry, I’m having a hard time understanding you.” The man looked at you, his eyes narrowing a bit before he lifted his chin a little, his eyes flicking up and down your body once again, which you couldn’t tell if it were in an insulting manner or if it were to take in your figure. “You are Saxon?” this time...he spoke in decent English. You stared at him silently for a moment before you brought your hands up and hugged them around your torso. He pointed at you. “English?” “In a sense.” was all that you were able to say. Being from the Midwest in America, honestly would probably go over this man’s head. Either he was deranged, or there was something else at work here. Something that was beginning to make your skin prickle with intrigue. “What is your name?” you said calmly and slowly, so that he may understand better. He stared at you silently before he took a few steps toward you, bringing himself to be within a few inches from you, which you noted now (considering earlier) that he had no regard for personal space. Either an intimidation tactic or just flat out cockiness. “Ragnar Lothbrok.” Upon hearing that name, you were hit with the knowledge you had gained over the years of living in Denmark, the legend of Ragnar Lothbrok being one of your favorite things to study and delve further into. You had spent quite a bit of time in school here, devoting your studies to that of the vikings, especially when it came to the tales of the Lothbrok clan.

Your eyes quickly scanned the surrounding area, almost half expecting a hidden camera crew to be hiding somewhere, having just helped some of your colleagues and friends pull quite the prank on you. There was no one around, not unless you counted the fishing boat that was off in the distance, though you doubted they would be getting very good camera shots from there if this was indeed a prank. Yet, if this was not some sort of ruse, then what was happening right now? This man had seemingly (to you anyway) appeared out of nowhere, the moment you had been knocked back by the force of that lightning hitting the pillar, when he had not been anywhere within sight, prior to that. Your feet moved you around him, bringing you to the pillar in question and you reached up, tentatively tracing your fingers over some runes that you had not noticed before. They were etched deep, but they were also worn from the weather and from what you could make of the symbols, it had something to do with ‘time’. Lost in time? Far through time? Ugh, it was too worn for you to tell at this moment. You quickly reached down into the pocket of your cardigan and pulled out your notebook, ripping a piece of paper from it and then brought out your pencil. Holding the paper against the pillar, you used the lead of the pencil to scratch against the underlying etching of the runes, bringing to light what you were unable to see. Staring down at the symbols you had managed to capture with the lead, you wracked your brain for what it might say when you jumped suddenly at the fact that this ‘Ragnar’ was beside you, and close, once again. He had come up somewhat behind you, his face leaning over your shoulder some to see what you were holding and his breath you could feel against your cheekbone slightly as he spoke. “Time knows no bounds.” he said softly. Clearly, he was able to read this. And you jumped for joy inwardly that you at least were correct in knowing it had said something about ‘time’. “My great grandfather carved this after losing his first wife, knowing that one day they would be reunited in Valhalla.” You lifted your gaze from the paper in your hand and looked at the worn carvings upon the pillar for a moment, before you turned your head to the side and your eyes widened, having forgotten how close he was standing. The smell of fresh pine and rich soil wafted up to your nose. “I never received your name.” He said in a soft tone, his eyes daring to move across your facial features, resting on your lips a moment before going back to your eyes. You took a step back quickly, trying to create some space between you and for the love...he moved with you as if anticipating you would do this, keeping that space to its same bare minimum. The cockiness and unashamed way that he kept looking at you, was enough to bring color to your cheeks as you looked at him. “Y/N.”

“Y/N...” he repeated your name and you would be lying to yourself if you said that it didn’t give you chills when hearing it fall from his lips. He studied your face once again and then he gave a small smirk, showing off his white teeth and then he took a step back from you, bringing his hands together in front of him where he clasped them together as he continued to look down at you. “I say again, y/n...where am I?” he said, that smirk upon his lips still. He gave a soft sigh as his eyes moved around the area again. “Or perhaps...I should say 'when'?” This brought your stomach to tighten a little. He was registering the fact that this might not be his home, and not just that, his time period. If this were the case...if he was really Ragnar Lothbrok, then something insane, mysterious and magical had brought him through time, to this moment and place. Your eyes moved to the paper in your hand once more. The words ‘time knows no bounds’ echoing around inside your head before lifting to look up at him. “Denmark. It is the year, 2022.” you said quietly, watching his reaction. Either he had a great poker face, or this did not surprise him as much as it should have, for he gave no indication of emotion as he looked at you once you had admitted the year. He looked down at his hands that were clasped and he gave a slight nod, before keeping his face turned downward, but lifting those blue eyes of his to meet yours again. “Then my home is long gone.” he said, giving a sigh through his nose. He then moved over to the pillar and placed his hand upon it, as if he were expecting it to transport him once again, home. Like the silly little optimistic girl you were, you had half wondered if it would work, but there he continued to stand for many a moment before he let his hand fall down to his side limply. You hesitated and then moved closer to the pillar, getting close to it with your face so that you could study it better, in case anything might have been missed. You then came around to the side that he had been close to when he ‘arrived’ and you noted there was more runes there only different from what had been on your side. “What does this say?” you asked, bringing your finger to point just under the first symbol. Ragnar took a step closer and squinted, lifting his hand up to run his fingers along the engraving, your body tingling when his fingers lightly brushed over yours a moment. “A year and a day shall send you back on your way.” he said as he removed his hand from the pillar and rested it upon the blade of the ax that was holstered at his hip.

“A year and a day?” you said, repeating it under your breath. “Oh fuck, does that mean whatever happened...wont happen again for another year and a day?” Ragnar’s eyebrows shot up into his forehead a bit when you cursed, but there was a glimmer in his eye and the corner of his mouth went up slightly as he looked at you. He then reached up and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as he looked at the runes on the pillar. “My great grandfather enjoyed his riddles...and his rhymes. Yet, it was exactly a year and a day before he too, entered Valhalla." You jumped when suddenly your phone began to ring and you nearly dropped the paper in your hands as you fumbled in your other pocket to try and get to it. Ragnar was highly confused by the sudden sound, but he watched with interest when you pulled out your phone and then hit the answer button, bringing it up to your ear. It was one of your colleagues, Klaus. "Hey, just wanted to let you know that we made it back. You still at the site, or did you wise up to the fact there's nothing there and leave?" You cleared your throat as Ragnar came closer to you, his head tilted as he looked at the phone next to you head as you then began to talk into it. "Oh you know me, stubborn as a mule. So naturally, I am still looking around." "Oh for Christ's sake, y/n." You could hear him sigh and your eyes widened when Ragnar reached for your hand and brought the phone forward, pressing his ear against it curiously, his eyebrows shooting up when you heard Klaus's voice ask if you had found anything. You quickly took Ragnar's wrist and brought the phone back to your ear. "No, nothing. I'll be heading back soon."

You still had hold of his wrist as you continued to talk to Klaus, though when you suddenly felt his fingertip gently touch the side of your face, you raised an eyebrow at him. Ragnar just smirked as he watched you and did it again, which caused you to shrink back some, though trying to keep your ear against the phone that he was still holding onto. Clearly this man had no qualms when it came to making someone feel awkward, unless this was his way of flirting? Regardless, your face was flushing and you quickly pried the phone from his hand, using your free one to gently swat his fingers away as you took a step back, making him smirk more. Here he was, in a different time period and yet he was getting such enjoyment of making you feel uncomfortable. "Just be careful, there are weirdos out there." Klaus said, which made your gaze flick to Ragnar's. "You know I can handle myself pretty well." Ragnar's eyebrow raised. "I'll send you a text when I'm home." At that, he hung up and you lowered the phone and before you could slip it back into your pocket, Ragnar's hand caught your wrist and he gazed down at the device in your hand. "How does it talk? Magic?" You gave a snort and shook your head as he continued to look at the phone in your hand. Gently you pulled your arm back toward you and unlocked it, bringing about your home screen which showed a picture of you and your friends on your birthday, smiling and laughing. He looked at it intently, looking from your face in the picture, to your actual face in front of him. You could tell that he was highly confused. "It's called a 'phone'. You can use it to talk to people, keep in touch with loved ones that are far away. Among a lot of other things." You then switched on the camera and held it up, looking at him through the screen and put a smile on your face. "Say cheese." He stared at you. "Why?" "It means to smile." He hesitated and then gave that smirk of his and you snapped a picture, turning the phone around to face him after.

Ragnar stared at it, his eyebrows knitted together as he looked at the picture of himself, taking your wrist and bringing the phone closer to his face, his eyes looking at it curiously. You then turned to where your back was facing him and you held the phone up in front of you, flipping the camera around to where you could see both of you on the screen, taking a short video of you waving and him just standing there behind you, mesmerized. You took in a long breath and then turned to face him, pursing your lips in thought before your eyes then moved to the pillar that was behind him. "I need to do more research on this. You said your great grandfather placed this pillar here? What was his name?" He told you and you, to the best of your ability, jotted it down on the piece of paper you had used to copy the runes on. "Perhaps we can get you home faster than a year and a day, if we figure out more about this thing and what happened and why it happened." He looked at you as you stared at the pillar with curiosity and he gave a small smile. "It is the will of Odin that I am here." You gave a small chuckle. "Well gee thanks, Odin, now I have to figure out what to do with you." you said as you looked at him. To be honest, why should you even get involved in this? What if it were all some sort of joke? Though on the inside, you knew that it wasn't. This was something real, and it was something fascinating and you wanted desperately to get to the bottom of it. You lifted your phone up once again and sent for a taxi before looking back at Ragnar. "It will probably be best for you to come back home with me, until I can get more answers." He gave that damn smirk of his as he looked at you and then nodded his head. "Is it a far walk?" You grinned and nodded your head. "Yes, quite far. But we will not be walking." He followed after you as you walked back up the hill to where you and your coworkers had parked earlier and then kept going until you came upon the road. Your phone dinged and you saw a message from the nearest taxi driver, stating that they were driving down the road and wanted to know where to look for you. You messaged them back and within a few moments, a car came down the road toward you, pulling off onto the side of the road for you to get in. Ragnar backed up a bit, putting his hand upon the ax at his hip, eyeing the large black thing that had just stopped before you and you gave a smirk. "It's okay. This will be taking us to the train station." He just stared between you and the car and you held your hand out to him. "Do you trust me?"

Ragnar looked at you, his hand still on the ax and then noticed that there was a person inside the big black thing and his eyebrow raised a bit, before he looked back at you. "I do not trust easily." "Yeah, well...I can just leave you here then?" you said as you lowered your hand and opened the back door to the car and moved to slide in. "Wait." He said, taking a step forward. "At least explain what this is." he said, gesturing to the car with his free hand. "It's called a car. Think of it like a carriage or cart, but without the horses. It will take us where we need to go." He looked at it once again, his eye landing on the very confused and also irritated that this was taking so long, person inside. "Car." he said under his breath, before he gave a nod and then removed his hand from the ax and he moved to where you were, watching as you slid in and across the seat and then gestured to the seat beside you for him to take. He hesitated and then finally sat down, his eyes peering about the inside of the car before glancing at you. "Where to?" the driver said. "Train station, please." you said as you then leaned over to Ragnar and took the seat belt and wrapped it around him, having to move the ax to buckle it. He stared at you curiously and you gave a smile. "Keeps you safe." you said before giving the belt across his chest a pat and then you did the same for yourself, giggling when as the car then moved forward, Ragnar's hands moved to the seat beside his legs and gripped hard, his eyes widening. "Just wait until you are on the train. It goes even faster." you said, smiling at him when his eyebrows rose a bit as he looked at you. Once the car had been moving for some time, you saw that his body finally relaxed and you watched as he gazed out of the window as an entirely different world than the one he knew, passed by.

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Severed Fate Audio RPG In the dark, canopied Shudderwood Forest, three heroes must somehow prevent the violent werewolves residing within from descending into all-out war, while each struggling with their own conflicts of destiny vs. self-determination. From the award-winning sound-designer behind The Dimension Door podcast, Severed Fate launched in October of 2024. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241024-01 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/severed-fate

The Mystical Ones Audio Book Welcome to the world of the Horror-Thriller fiction "The Mystical Ones". When Jason Bender is chased by the "Los Vengadores" gang members, he signs a pact with the devil to survive. But Jason has just signed his pact to enter a gigantic mysterious world of combat between the good sorcerers named the white sorcerers and the bad sorcerers named the black sorcerers. "The Mystical Ones" is a horror-thriller which revisits the Senegalese folklore as well as explores the close resemblance on the manifestation of witchcraft and spirituality and their contrast. The story takes place in Los Angeles. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241008-05 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/fbce7aec/podcast/rss

CUANDO EL DESIERTO HABLA Audio Drama Siempre hemos imaginado cómo será el futuro. ¿Pero sabías que nuestro Desierto de Atacama está dando valiosas pistas de cómo ese futuro podría ser más amigable y auspicioso? Te invitamos a anticipar ese mañana posible desde lo que hoy, personas innovadoras de la Región de Antofagasta, en Chile, ya están descubriendo y explorando.OYEDÍ ESTUDIO presenta CUANDO EL DESIERTO HABLA, una serie de audioficciones basadas en emprendimientos o investigaciones reales. Aquí, imaginamos cómo esos mismos proyectos podrían desarrollarse en unas décadas más.Además de oyedi.cl, puedes escuchar también este ciclo en distintas emisoras radiales de la Provincia de Antofagasta o en tu plataforma de streaming de podcast preferida.CUANDO EL DESIERTO HABLA es un proyecto apoyado por el Comité Corfo Antofagasta. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241008-06 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/6340434/episodes/feed

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The Rosy Mirror: neo-noir paranormal audio fiction. Audio Book We proudly present our first symphony in prose,SILENCE FELL: the saga of Cadence Cheerslaughter.An epic of beauty and suffering in dark Los Angeles.Murder, lust, betrayal, fate . . . even the supernatural. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241008-07 RSS: https://media.rss.com/rosy-mirror/feed.xml

Cyphers Edge Audio Book Ulf Whitlock, a feldreal bounty hunter, tracks and eliminates targets too dangerous or obscure for the police to handle. Near future with a fantasy twist, orcs, elves and cybernetic limbs. It's all here... https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241020-02 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2402311.rss

Chimera Protection Agency Audio Drama Abominations have roamed the earth for millions of years. Then they seemed to disappear overnight, until it was discovered that not only did they not disappear, but were thriving, continuing to hunt among us and hide. To combat these monsters, a top secret global agency was created to combat this threat. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241019-01 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/chimera-protection-agency

100 Club - Scum and Villainy Actual Play Audio RPG A Sci-fantasy Scum and Villainy homebrew campaign set in the year 3073, the Sol System is a very different place, but a lot of things remain the same. With gangsters, corrupt cops and politicians; the authorities can barely contain criminals throughout the system. They seek bounty hunters that achieve the prestige to bring in the really big bounties… https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241016-04 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/6100385/episodes/feed

Kingmakers Audio RPG The lush otherworld of Din is desiccated to desert after an heir uses debt magic to relieve a kingdom-wide drought. After the King is assassinated, two brothers and their wards flee from the uprising that follows. Kingmakers is an improvised tale of power and purpose, pain and perseverance- and the legacy of legends. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241015-09 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/6100391/episodes/feed

Nimrod Audio Drama NIMROD is a five-act brute-farce in verse! It’s a ridiculously chilling blend of Julius Caesar, Ubu Roi and The Simpsons Movie that follows an imagined final year of a criminal businessman’s presidency (the Nimrod administration) through the eyes of Lani, its beleaguered Slovenian First Lady. Is it a ribald comedy? A brutal tragedy? Will language itself devolve into madness and lies? And what does a radioactive pig have to do with the fate of the free world? https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241016-05 RSS: https://feeds.simplecast.com/FHIo_EOm

Autumn - An Audio Drama Audio Drama Jade Adler has worked for wellness influencer Autumn Gandara for years, believing that they’re helping people feel healthier and making the world a better place. But when Autumn launches a new supplement powder without Jade’s input and customers report strange side effects, Jade’s belief in Autumn and their mission falters. The more she investigates, the stranger things become, pulling her into a dangerous and supernatural conspiracy where wellness has a price. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241028-01 RSS: https://feeds.libsyn.com/541462/rss

Redemptions Quest: The Holy Grail Audio Book In “Redemption’s Quest: The Holy Grail,” Sir Galahad embarks on a perilous journey to reclaim the lost Holy Grail and restore its divine message to a broken Camelot. Alongside allies old and new, he battles dark sorcerers and confronts personal demons, discovering that redemption and hope lie within the Grail’s power. “Redemption’s Quest: The Holy Grail” follows Sir Galahad, a once-pure knight burdened by past failures, as he undertakes an epic quest to retrieve the Holy Grail and renew Camelot’s fading glory. Joined by Dr. Faustus, a man seeking atonement for a demonic pact; Selene, a succubus striving for redemption; and the wise Pope Benedict, they face relentless dark forces and ancient evils. Through trials and tribulations, they learn the true meaning of sacrifice, love, and unity. The Grail’s power heals their land and spirits, promising a brighter future for Camelot. As they confront formidable adversaries, they must protect the Grail and its divine message, realizing that redemption is possible for all who seek it. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241003-05 RSS: https://feeds.castos.com/k91w5

Midnight Rush Audio RPG While the job market has gone to shit, a mysterious company funding “cleaning services” pops up. They say the turn around is killer and they need a new crew. What they don’t know, is that it’ll be the messiest job of their lives. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240930-06 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/midnight-rush

Chaosium All Stars Audio RPG A collection of Chaosium liveplays, featuring some of the many stars in TTRPG gaming. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241001-09 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/fbb612e0/podcast/rss

Aquella Mujer Audio Drama Una historia de una mujer que es ambiciosa, infame. Aquella mujer es un ser que nació sin alma. Historia de vida que les va a encantar. Novela Mexicana que llega a ustedes para cautivarlos y que les advierte que las historias de Aquella Mujer pueden pasar en la vida real. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240930-08 RSS: https://feeds.simplecast.com/pEbbr8_c

The Thirteenth Coven Audio Drama The Thirteenth Coven is a chilling narrative podcast that follows Joel Alden as he unearths the dark, forgotten history of Saint Ashford. As Joel delves deeper into the town’s mysterious past, he uncovers eerie secrets about an ancient coven, supernatural forces, and the strange disappearances that have haunted the town for generations. What begins as a search for the truth soon spirals into something far more dangerous. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241011-09 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/fb5be874/podcast/rss

Darkwave Latina Audio Drama When Rio finds herself undead, it sets her on a journey where the answers she seeks are buried in her past. Through clues that loop her memory back and forth, Rio re-discovers her adolescent goth roots and takes the listener on a journey exploring her Latina family life. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241018-03 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2411917.rss

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American Doom Audio Drama Victoria Collins hosts this deep-dive investigation into mysterious corporation Terordyne, presented through a six episode first season with episodic series, shorts, and music in a comedic and surrealist world. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241004-07 RSS: https://media.rss.com/american-doom/feed.xml

The Field Audio Drama Welcome to The Field. This is an audio mystery set in the small town of Llanantwm. The story unfolds during a unique moment in the town's history, and while we would all like a neat, ordered understanding of what took place during these times, this is not what happened. Collected from various sources, The Field is an opportunity to dive deep into the world and make the story from the fragments that exist. Listen, decide and create… https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241028-02 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/fbf9d048/podcast/rss

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The Cascade Radio Hour Audio Drama The Cascade Radio Hour is a horror audio-play podcast. Follow the host, Kief Cascade, as he spins a yarn of horror and hilarity that comes to life as the story goes on. Will you survive the night? https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241027-01 RSS: https://media.rss.com/the-cascade-radio-hour/feed.xml

The Doorstep Project Audio Drama A tour guide at the Library of Lost Things records exhibits in an attempt to make their library more accessible. A new weekly podcast from Family Friendly Podcasts that performs stories from around the world, written by AJ, the production crew, and the audience. Join Leilani and Gavin as they unravel the layers of their world and learn the secrets behind lost artifacts. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241023-02 RSS: https://feeds.redcircle.com/db8cc4be-416a-42f7-841a-66cf84d2667b

O COPO AZUL Audio Drama Clóvis e Madalena, um casal de meia idade, abalado por um terrível acontecimento, tenta seguir com sua rotina, quando fatos perturbadores começam abalar os moradores do lugar e trazem à tona a verdade terrível sobre a tragédia que aconteceu com eles. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241019-02 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/fc64bdb8/podcast/rss

Midnight Straight Up Audio Book Chilling stories that merge vintage horror with a modern edge. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241027-02 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2416116.rss

El espectro de tu mente Audio Drama Un periodista y una investigadora de lo paranormal se unen para descubrir diferentes misterios, lo que encuentran generalmente desafía toda lógica y los lleva a cuestionar la línea que divide la ficción y la realidad. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241019-03 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/el-espectro-de-tu-mente

Arcadia Valley Theatre Guild Audio Drama The Arcadia Valley Theatre Guild (Arcadia, Missouri) is a community theatre organization designed to enrich, educate and entertain our community by providing excellent theatre experiences. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241022-03 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/arcadia-valley-theatre-guild

Family Tape Tree Audio Drama ”Family Tape Tree” is a surreal and absurd fictional podcasted rooted in the world of the improvisational jam band, Phish. It follows Lexi, a sensitive and surly teen, who discovers her deceased father’s collection of Phish cassette tapes from the ’90s while packing for college. Through ”grief magic” Lexi travels into the tapes and relives those memories with younger versions of her parents and their friends. Over the course of several groove-based-psychedelic-infused-head-bobbing-adventures with the memory of her late father, Lexi learns to come to terms with his death and is able to look forward to her future. As much a story about loss and love as it is about parking lot grilled cheeses and heady jams, “Family Tape Tree” takes the listener through Phish’s vast history, to follow the story of a group of friends, a band, and the impossible task of processing loss. Absurd caricatures from the parking lot, toe-tapping grooves, and a sudden urge to call your parents; “Family Tape Tree” has something for everyone! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241028-03 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/familytapetree/feed.xml

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